Oh, right.
He said, "Don't worry, I will never change my mind in this lifetime and will always stay by your side."
"Cough cough..."
Su Luo choked on the smoke and coughed violently.
A self-deprecating twitch appeared on his lips.
That's strange.
Even a ten-year heavy smoker can get choked by the smoke.
...
early morning.
After putting her daughter on the school bus, Su Luo took a public bus to her company.
I got off the bus at a stop near the company, crossed the road, and was about to walk towards the company when I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in a Rolls-Royce parked next to me.
Through the car window, I could see a young man with striking blond hair sitting in the passenger seat.
Upon closer inspection, the person was none other than my colleague, Zhang Ming.
At this moment, Zhang Ming was chatting and laughing with a beautiful young woman in a kimono in the driver's seat.
Su Luo quickly looked away.
It turns out that the leader who was on good terms with Zhang Ming was a married woman, and the huge diamond ring on her hand was quite eye-catching.
This woman has a rather peculiar habit; she wears a kimono meant for everyday wear in broad daylight.
I walked slowly towards the building and pushed open the company door.
We waited for the elevator at the elevator entrance.
Inside the luxury car.
Nami Ozawa lowered her head slightly and sipped her coffee.
Zhang Ming gazed at her stunning profile with fascination, knowing he was going to be late for work, but still refused to get out of the car.
He came from a well-off family and was handsome. Many girls pursued him when he was in school, but he didn't even want to give them a second glance.
For some reason, he couldn't get interested in girls around his own age, but he was particularly fond of beautiful married women.
"By the way, my daughter is starting her job today, so please don't mention me in front of her."
Nami Ozawa spoke softly.
She's only in her early thirties, so her daughter isn't her biological child, but her stepdaughter.
Zhang Ming raised three fingers, making a solemn vow.
"Don't worry, I definitely won't say anything out of line."
He was always very cautious, after all, Ozawa Nami's husband was a big shot he couldn't afford to offend.
But Su Luo, that sissy, just saw it, so it seems he needs to give him a good warning.
...
Su Luo arrived at the office, edited some footage, and then went to the bathroom to relieve herself.
I had just zipped up the jacket when I felt a weight on my shoulder.
Su Luo turned around.
Zhang Ming's lips twitched slightly, his handsome face contorted in pain as he gritted his teeth and spoke.
"What did you see at the company entrance just now?"
Su Luo buttoned up her clothes and swallowed.
"You know perfectly well what you're doing."
This person has no sense of boundaries. Are they peeping at him when he goes to the toilet?
You presumptuous fellow!
Besides, even if he didn't see it, the company has always had rumors that he has an ambiguous relationship with senior management.
At first, he didn't dislike Zhang Ming and felt that Zhang Ming hadn't affected him.
But this bastard is just too good at his job, looks like a woman, and stutters.
He was always finding fault with him, which really annoyed him.
Zhang Ming's face flushed red as he pointed at him and warned him fiercely.
"Let me tell you, if you dare to talk nonsense, I won't let you off the hook. You'd better keep your mouth shut, you hear me?"
Su Luo said somewhat angrily, "You, watch your mouth. Do I need to say it? Isn't this common knowledge?"
"You fucking..."
Before Zhang Ming could finish his rant, the toilet door opened again, and two colleagues entered.
"Consider yourself lucky!"
Zhang Ming left in a huff.
Two colleagues rushed over and casually asked, "What's wrong? Did he cause you trouble again?"
Su Luo shook her head. "It's nothing."
My colleague sighed, "Well, there's nothing we can do. They're rich kids, and they have connections."
They usually disliked Zhang Ming's arrogant attitude, but although they had grievances in their hearts, they dared not show them. They were all working people, and they would endure it if they could, after all, they still had to support their families.
After clocking in, the group went to the office.
Su Luo sat down at her workstation, opened her document, and began another day of work.
Before I could even settle in, my supervisor called me over.
Su Luo put down her work and went to the supervisor's office.
The supervisor threw a stack of photos at Su Luo's face and cursed loudly.
"Look at the rubbish you photographed! Is Yao Yao really that ugly?"
Su Luo's face turned pale, her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into the lines of her palms, as she restrained herself.
"Yesterday, you were the one who said not to take pretty pictures."
If I take a good photo, I'll get criticized. If I take a natural photo, I can't even edit it to look a little ugly?
What exactly do you want? What do you think of yourself?
"I mean, it can't be better than A Love So Beautiful, but there has to be a limit. How am I supposed to explain this to my superiors? And you still have the nerve to argue?"
"If you can do it, then do it; if you can't, then get out of here right now. The company doesn't keep idle people."
"..."
Faced with his boss's deliberate obstruction, Su Luo really wanted to say, "I quit!"
But then he thought about his meager savings, the mortgage, and his daughter's tuition fees.
He swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to keep quiet.
"I'll reshoot..."
"Reshoot? You think reshooting is so easy? The event is about to start, can't you put your mind to it? Use your brain..."
The supervisor wouldn't let it go.
at the same time.
Guided by the staff, Song Lingshan arrived at the photography department, causing quite a stir as soon as she reached the door.
The photography department is all men. Although they photograph beautiful women every day, they were still quite amazed when they saw the new leader.
The woman neatly pinned her waist-length, jet-black curly hair behind her ears.
Wearing a haute couture business suit, her long, beautiful legs clad in black stockings, and patent leather stilettos, every step she took captivated all the employees.
"Hello, Mr. Song."
The employees greeted each other, suppressing their excitement.
Song Lingshan nodded slightly in response.
Her beautiful eyes caught sight of the manager's office door being tightly closed, with harsh curses occasionally emanating from it, and she frowned slightly.
Zhang Ming, who was particularly good at handling people, took the initiative to stand up, poured Song Lingshan a cup of tea, and said with a smile.
"President Song, please have a cup of tea first. I'll go and call the manager out right away."
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